The color of wind swirling in the fall.
The color of the feeling of an unanswered call.
The colors of droplets swimming down a pane.
The color of the night when it’s driving you insane.
An angry ocean, whose waves curl.
The cold wind in a flag as you watch it unfurl.
The color of that heavy weight in your chest.
When things don’t work out, though you gave it your best.
The color you feel when your finger tips are cold.
The color you touch when your soul becomes old.
The color that surrounds you as you’re falling in a dream.
The color that you exude when you’re torn at seams.
The color of water as it moves, always, always running.
The color you feel when you realize you don’t like what you’re becoming.
By the Brooke 